Picking out a red Ferrari is one of the most boring, cliche'd choices in the world of cars. Maybe that's why I can't stop drooling over this achingly beautiful green 458.
I'm not a big fan of impossibly-expensive exotic cars. I don't download wallpapers of Lamborghinis and Paganis. I don't draw McLarens in the borders of my notebooks anymore. A rusty hunk of crap is my dream car.